Everything inside his ass, as deep as she could reach, was smothered underneath the green paste. Brett’s reaction to the burn had long since gone pa...t panicked thrashing and was now firmly locked on mindless bucking and yowling. His bondage was so thorough that even this did not get him to budge.Lily tore off the latex glove and threw it away. For a while, she just stood there and listened, letting Brett exhaust himself. He slowly began to settle down, his protests softening into relatively. When school finally let out I practically ran to my sister’s house, not even stopping at home first. I threw my books on the couch and headed for the back door. I let Barney in and he was just one big ball of enthusiasm. His tail was wagging, his tongue hanging out and he was so excited to see me he jumped up and put his paws on my chest as he tried to lick my face. Of course, I had other plans for that tongue, so I headed back into the living room with Barney right beside me, crowding close. Patrick had noticed, though, and he'd asked about it. Marissa had played it off as a new necklace, and while he'd eyed her strangely, he'd let it go. Sunshine glinted off the surface of the crystalline pool as Marissa reached into the cooler under the table for the nearly half gone carafe of vodka cranberry cocktail. She refilled her glass, then stowed the larger container before taking a deep draft of the strong mixture. Sighing deeply, she rolled over onto her stomach, pillowing her cheek. " She turned the jersey this way and that, admiring it."PORTER'S pirates?" he said. "Why PORTER'S?" No, PI - RETTES. You know, like Rock-ettes. It's a play on words ... that they're girls?..." I understand that part, Mrs. Thurman. Why did you use MY name?" Oh!" she laughed. "They're YOUR team, coach Porter. I mean you're training them, right? And they're running YOUR plays, right? YOU are their coach. Besides, all the girls talk about how great a coach you are, and how you're their favorite.